Casually skimming through Vorka's possessions, Nergul snatched up the scimitar, "Oooh! Me like this!"
Glancing into the chest, the tall gobin snatched up the jade lantern. "Me like this even more!!"
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Shouldering his crossbow, and drawing his dog-slicer, Nergul simply fell in line.
Battered and weary from the fight, Nergul simply loads and fires another crossbow bolt, the hag not worth any additional effort.
Crumbling to the floor, covered in tiny bites and burns, Nergul stiffles a scream as the last of the bats finally dispearses. Despite his absolute terror, he manages to notch one last crossbow bolt, and fire it at the wretched hag. "Only thing being ate tonight is lord deadtongue, stoopid hag-face gobbie."
Squealing and swatting desperately at the bat swarm, Nergul scurries away, leaving a parting gift as he goes, the final gout of flame!
Nergul scrambled to get underneath the bat swarm and blech another gout of flame. He didn't want to burn the others if the bats decended on them. He might need them for cover later on...
Your posts for combat are working out perfectly man. No complaints here.
Desperately trying to grin while containing the magical flames within his mouth, Nergul squealed in the back of his mind. While ever so fleeting, the feeling of being almost dragon-like, was intoxicating to the guide. Realizing this is probably going to be all-out warfare, Nergul focused real hard on Vorka, prepaing to give it his all.
Quickly fumbling with his pack, Nergul took out a ruby red potion bottle. Liquid flames roll about the insides of the bottle, giving it a truly mesmerizing design. Popping the cork, Nergul quickly guzzled the bottle, bleching slightly as he finishes the drink. Within seconds, his jaws were bulging, a clear light eminating from his nostrils.
Loading another bolt onto his crossbow, the goblin guide eased into position into the back of the party. "Crazy gobbies first..."
Nergul takes great care in tieing himself off with a simple hemp rope. Then, handing another length of the rope to Mukluk, he begins to decend after the lunatic goblin. "Stop arguing with air stoopid. Let real gobins heros come get you from biting pit."
Nergul frowns, clearly annoyed. "Why Nergul have to...", then the tall goblin glanced down at his hand that bore the magical ring. Suddenly he scratched it, as if the ring had begun to chalf him. "Me am susposing Nergul could fetch body for trap bait..." The goblin guide grumbled audibly at his fate.
Nergul watched down the hall with glee. He didn't much for Snorg, so he was on pins and nettles waiting for something horrific to happen.
Nergul watched on with a muted sense of horror as the three-legged turtle was set along it's path. "That good dinner she wasting..", the guide mused to himself as he waited for the inevitable. Notching another bolt, he glanced back at the worg. "Nergul shall return, shaggy one. Make great ridey-mount. Me will get all the gobbie-ladies!". He grins wickedly as the thoughts of his triumphent return flood his head.
I'm having an absolute blast personally. If this was going to be the end, I was gonna attack the chieftan in a bid for clan control!
Loading yet another bolt, and wrenching back the crossbows string, Nergul took a moment to take careful aim. It'd be harder for him now, but the tall goblin had no desire to present himself as a tasty treat for that slobbering beast while Snorg and Mukluk made perfect distractions while he tried to kill it.
Scurrying back to the ladder, Nergul's eyes went wide. Vorka had laid a trap for them, and they'd fallen for it like rats from a sinking ship. Whipping his crossbow around, the guide took aim and let loose a bolt at the fearsome beasts face.
Nergul waits until the two brawlers disappear below the deck, "Heh, dem stupid." With that he finally follows.
Not wanting to give anyone any ideas, Nergul remains at a distance. "What you see?"
Nergul shifts uncomfortably on his feet. "Maybe me thinks we should maybe sneaky-sneak her. Me am not wanting to go through front door. Unless Little-Big-Knife want to go knock! Maybe monster mother show you favor if you go prove self? Me am right behind you!" Nergul couldn't help but snicker to himself. However, he realised this could be a bad course of action. "On second thought, maybe that bad idea. We should maybe go below. Yes, yes. Not want to give nasty Gobbie-Biter the advan.. advantta... ugh, upperhand!."
"Why you stupid goblin-eatter hide in cabin? Nergul thinks me will feed your tongue to bitey-mutts, and keep thumbs for heself!! Almost as soon as the words had passed his lips, the gobin guide was flipping his crossbow back into his hands, eagerly locking another bolt into place.
For anyone watching, what Nergul does next is nothing if impressive, for a parapalegic dwarf. Jumping and bouncing from foot to foot, the tall goblin desperately tried to stay away from the dog, trying not to shriek as he groped akwardly for his dogbiter. For a moment, it almost looked as if Nergul would stumble over his own feet, and go spilling over the railings. But then Ekklub's magic caused his opponent to collapse into a magical slumber, and Nergul simply bumbled akwardly overtop of the sleeping dog. Panting heavily, the goblin eagerly wiped some sweat from his brow, before bringing his dogslicer down onto the mutt's neck.
Nergul gulps loudly as the dogs come into view. Already his hands were shaking, and he could feel the familiar sting of rancid sweat getting into his eyes. Quickly the tall goblin scurried back towards the gangplank, firing wildly at the first dog he could see.
"Nergul not being doggie-bite bits today!!
Once Ekklub has desposed of the nest, Nergul shouldered his crossbow and slowly made his way up the gangplank, making sure he's the last one up.
The goblin guide watched with a smirk as Ekklub falls backwards and down the plank. Even from this distance, Nergul could hear the thud she made as she hit the ground. Then the mud ball wrenched free of the vines and came crashing down...
And Nergul's eyes went wide. "That not good..." With an urgent croak, the guide yelped at the others, "That wing-stinger nest. Stupid gobbies better not let it break!!!"
Reloading his crossbow, Nergul points the weapon dangerously at the others, but rather absentmindedly. "You dumb-dumb knife gobbies up plank. Me am covering you from here with mighty pink-skin weapon!" With that, Nergul took careful aim at the plank, eyeing it cautiously.
Taking deadly aim, Nergul swiftly reloads his weapon and fires into the fleeing animal. "Nergul spit, Nergul spill, all your guts me belly will be filled."
Seeing his chance before anyone managed to close in to melee, Nergul let loose his notched bolt. With any luck, he could slow the frightening beast down.
*crickets*
The tall goblin eased the new crossbow over his shoulder, locking a bolt into place. Once again, the pallable look of fear begins to inch itself across Nergul's face as the sounds of terror reach his ears. Is home to crazy goblin-biter, Vorka! And she have... pets. Me am not going first." He glances over at the newcomer to the group, You not even susposed to be here! You not big clan hero, so you go first. No one notice if you not come back."
Nergul's face contorts with displeasure as he's told not to shoot. He'd really wanted to try out his new crossbow! Goblins didn't have face man-weapons like this! He grumbled loudly as he locked the string in place, shouldering the weapon with a strap of grimey wolf hide. "Me hope you not regret making decision. And you cutting stupid cacoon open!!" Making his way to the bottle that Mixly left behind, Nergul made sure to grab one of the blue healy bottles before snatching up the fire breathing potion and making his way out of the nest.
Completely ignorant of the struggling goblin, or the drowning Mixly, Nergul gleefully snatches up the crossbow. For several long moments, he cradles the device seemingly lost in it's embrace. But long, however, he is on his feet loading a bolt and aiming the weapon at the writhing cacoon. "Should Nergul shoot that? Might be baby spiders! No, no, me can't be having Lotsleg's Lotsbabies run free!!" Slowly, he cranks back the firing mechanism, awaiting the word to fire.
Greedily skipping through the spiders apparent nest, Nergul surveyed the tree trunks with glee. "We be great clan heros when we go home. Take many wives! This greatest day of Nergul's life." Nimbly he dives into the rotted wood, eager to find the dead's treasures.
With a wicked cackle, Nergul gleefully stabs the bloated arachnid several times in the face before collapsing in a puffing heap. When he'd finally regained his composure, he stood and pondered aloud the rumors he'd heard whispered throughout the village. "Me am wondering. Maybe should find Lotsleg's home? Maybe have plenty shinies for Ner... err... us! Yup, that's it. For us!" Laughing weakly, Nergul slinks away from the group after his comment, quickly setting about trying to find the spider's trail.
The tall goblin takes a long moment to catch his breath. Wiping away the sweat with the back of his hand, Nergul sets about the task of following the wounded spider back to it's lair. "Nergul was the meal today? No, no no! Lotsleg will be Lotsfeast when Nergul's day is done!" With that, he begins to look for a way to track the pesky arachnid.
Dripping with rancid sweat, Nergul tried his best to look intimidating. His blow was too well placed for his taste, and now he realised the spider would likely turn on him. Desperate for some way out, the poor guide did the only thing he could do. He sliced at the spider's face. Maybe he could gouge some of it's eyes and send it fleeing back into the trees.
Do you want us to post in order of initiative Phil? Or should we just post our actions and let you sort out the order of actions on your post?
Out of fear more than anything, Nergul deftly swung at the bloated arachnid. With a quick dash to the left, the goblin slashed low, trying to sever one of the spider's many legs. Spoiler:
The tall goblin spun on his heels, his bug-eyes filled with absolute terror. The dogslicer in his hand shook with obvious fear, his grip as steady as a leaf in the wind. But, despite himself, he held the weapon out in front of him in a desperate bid to defend himself. "Maybe should let it eat him! At least then it not eat us!!!"
Nergul mindlessly chops at some of the webbing, testing it's strength, completely ignorant of what was transpiring behind him. "Might be Lotsleg territory. Not nice place to be. Probably should be picking up pace."
Alright! Let's get dem bad rolls out there early.
Nergul had been rather chipper for most of the trip. Surprisingly, he'd dodging the worse of whatever hangover those horrid apples could have given him, he'd spent most of the day admiring the magical ring that adorned his grubby finger. It was when they reached the marsh that Nergul began to loose his bubbly mood. As the group reached the thick area of vegetation, his paranoia peeked. Quickly the little goblin had his weapon in hand, muttering under his breath some undiscernable curse. When he noticed the sticky material hanging from the tree, he took a long moment to examine it from afar. "Nergul think we're in heap big trouble..."
Shaking off the blur of last night, Nergul gathers up his things and moves to the edge of the village. Taking a long moment to admire it, he slowly fixes the ring onto his finger. He giggles sinisterly for a moment and he feels the magic wash over him. He exhales deeply, a toothy grin plastered on his gruesome face. "Nergul wonders if he should just leave and sell ring for handsome treasures...", he shrugs. "Maybe me wind up dead too."
Nergul spends a long moment considering the challenge. He nods to the female, strutting off into the swamp, whistling a horrible tune, with nothing but his cup of cider. Striding along for a good while, Nergul finally finds a spot he'd used once before to hide from humans, and rather leasurely crawls into the rotted tree trunk. After properly securing himself, Nergul leaned back and relaxed.
Nergul gagged slightly at the revelation. "How you tell? Me thought she was just less ugly than most." Mindlessly he pulled the rotted apple from his cup and began to chew on it, anticipating the fun that the Rusty Earbiter was going to be, when he noticed the half dozen eyes boring tiny holes into his soul. With an odd, drunken and crooked smirk, Nergul began to make his way around the bonfire and towards the group.
Nergul took the cup with a wicked grin etched to his wretched face. He drank heartly from the cider, his tongue lashing out at the rotted apple as he drank. He watched on in bewilderment as Mukluk garbled down the slugs. But his real attention turned to the Rusty Earbiter. Finding a nearby goblin who was watching on, Nergul quickly elbowed them with a snicker "Him not going to make it. Want bet?" Nergul guzzles heavily from his cider, grinning wickedly as the event begins.
Nergul huffed slightly at the thought of the giant spider. Already this was beginning to look like a fool's errand. A pity Nergul wasn't smart enough to figure a way out for himself. "Drink sound good. Me not want to be right in head when gobbies set foot in Lotslegs' swamp."
Flicking a rather large and bloated flee from the folds of his furs, Nergul studied the critter momentarily, before crushing it under foot... and noticing it's multiple legs. One eye widened while the other squinted into a slit as the realization set in. "Nergul remembers why he avoids buggy marsh." The goblin paused for a moment, letting an ample supply of bile build in his mouth before spitting it out and onto the ground, allowing the word "Lotslegs" escape from his crusted lips as he did.
Nergul stands behind the rest, using his height to peer over their shoulders at the crudely drawn map. He begins to idlely paw at a pesky flee nibbling at his elbow as he recalls what he knows of the area.
"Nergul not like that marsh much. Me am always avoiding it for some reason..."
Stumbling over his own feet, poor Nergul came to a tumbling halt at the foot of the Moot House. Standing up, and dusting his ragged animal hide clothing as best he could, the intimidated fellow began. "Er, uh, me am Nergul? Yes, YES! Me AM Nergul. Nergul Thumbsplitter, clan guide to all things swampy. But uh... me am also late? Nah, Nergul not late. Nergul fas.. fash.. fashable late! Right? Maybe? Sort of..." The rather tall goblin did his best to make himself as small as possible in front of the collection of other goblins that were obviously waiting impatiently for him to arrive.
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